#lancer crossland

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

On mine Homeworld,

Greetings, fair Omninet. It doth occur to me that while I have been most active here, I have neglected the secondary purpose of mine blog: to spread the word of mine illustrious homeworld! The time hath come that I do regail thee with knowledge of the place!

Crossland, designated also as DS10, is called thus for its key location as a port between Gloria and San Simeon, and is the lone habitable world in its system. It doth revolve around a brilliant white dwarf star, which did catch the previously rogue planet in its orbit.

Said star doth cause our fair planet much tidal activity, which leadeth to a world steeped in volcanism and much seismic quaking. One may mistake that such activity would be detrimental to life, but tis in fact the contrary. Lavaflow is destructive, forsooth, but it bringeth also nutrient-filled soil as it doth burn away vegetation. As such, much of mine world is covered in vibrant jungle! As for the volcanic soot which is expelled into the air, much of our animal life hath evolved to feed upon these ashen clouds, not unlike a flighted parody of life near the hydrothermal vents upon Earth (or Cradle as the Earthlings do call it).

Another note upon our jungles is their wondrous hue! Radiation from our star is heavy, and the plant life hath evolved into an exquisite azure blue to reflect the excess. When volcanic ash doth darken the sky, their hue doth shift to a deep crimson to make up for the loss. Tis a most scenic spectacle!

As for governance, on the local scale, the planet is ruled by the Crosslandic Council of Thirteen. Upon this council doth sit a representative from each of the most prominent Minor Houses upon the planet: mine own father being one of them. This is a separate position from the Head of House, which is the title mine Mother doth hold.

Tis but an introduction to mine fair colony, and I will doubtless explain more in future. If any of thee hast specific queries, mine ask box is crowded at this time but nonetheless open to all!

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

The House of Hurst is nothing if not humanitarian. If thou wishest, bring the survivors hither and I will have mine people take cake of them.

Lady Violet Hurst

...<ENCRYPTING MESSAGE>

...

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No. No. No, this is wrong. I cannot allow this. This is Raymond speaking. Oh Passions protect me...

I very rarely go against mine mother. I am... I am very afraid. But I must be brave. Like mine sisters... Rosceline... I cannot say much, but she did make a stand to protect people, and I must do the same.

Do not bring the injured here. Before the... incident... they would have been safe. Rosie would have ensured that... But I highly doubt mother will allow her that sway any longer after all that has transpired.

Mother would use these people. I know not how. She might seek to indenture them as payment for our assistance, she might simply use them as a shield from those who might attack her. Whatever she plans, it shall be unpleasant. Thoroughly.

But listen to me. I know of a place where they shall be safe.

The Original Peoples of Crossland... Those which did settle here long before we Karrakins arrived. They exist as many groups, but there is one... they art healers. Doctors. A semi-nomadic people which do take in the meek and the hurt. I have read the histories... During the Interest War they did treat all injured, regardless of affiliation or creed. At their own peril they did save countless lives. I believe they shall do the same again.

I shall link coodinates to their last known encampment. They should still be present, as the volcanism hath been quiet there for some time. The Demeter's Bounty should have clearance to arriveth upon Crossland due to Brigand's contract with Rosie. Just please do not land them within our territory.

With the Passions' grace, Brigand shall find rest and medical assistance with these people as well.

...

...<ENCRYPTION COMPLETE>

...<MESSAGE UPLOADED>

Warlock of Horus,

I did read the recent mission report. I... should like to offer mine condolences.

While thine mission for me hath not begun in earnest, thou art technically in mine employ at present. I do make it a point to take care of those in mine employ. I suppose what I mean is... If there is ought I can do for thee, hesitate not to ask.

With kindest regards and deepest sympathies,

Lady Rosceline of House Hurst, Jewel of Crossland.

<PERSEPHONE> BRIGAND IS RESTING, FINALLY.

BUT THERE IS SOMETHING HOUSE HURST CAN DO.

THE GRAVEYARD OF THE DEMETER'S BOUNTY GROWS HOURLY.

SOON DISEASE WILL COME, AND I WILL FOLLOW. I WILL BE THE ROILING SPECTRE OF DEATH. A ROLLING FOG OF MERCY UNTO THE UNDESERVED.

BRIGAND WILL DISAPPROVE. HE KNOWS NOT WHAT IS BEST FOR HIM.

I DO.

SO. IF YOU TRULY WISH TO HELP. YOU WILL TAKE THE WOULD-BE CORPSES. YOU WILL TAKE THE LITTLE FOLK. YOU WILL TAKE THEM AND BRIGAND WILL BE SAFE. FROM DISEASE AND DECEIT.

PERSEPHONE WATCHES.

[kirain]

Sole Party!

Hello, everyone! I know I’m beyond late to this, but I thought it’d be fun to write up some facts about Keira while I have the chance. Next term has begun, so I’m going to have even less time to write than before. -_-

Anyway, I don’t know if any of this is interesting, but it was a fun little exercise for me. I love how much Keira has developed since I joined Tumblr and I’m grateful to all of the people who have supported me!

Day 1 - Introduce your Sole!

Name: Keira Leigh Crossland

Age/Date of birth: 29 (pre-war), October 25th

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Crimson red

Height: 5′7″

Weight: 150lbs

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Good traits: Intelligent, intuitive, and deductive. Keira tries to see the good in everyone and prefers to use words before fists. She will look at both sides to every story before making a decision, and then use her best judgement accordingly. She has an eidetic memory and an unprecedented ability to read people. She is independent, open-minded, and loyal, with an unmatched desire to protect anyone she considers a friend.

Flaws: Keira can sometimes be too brash, direct, insensitive, and/or outspoken, as well as seemingly emotionless. Her tone is habitually harsh, even if she means well, which leaves a lot of people with a bad first impression. She also has a hard time forgiving people who wrong her (or someone she cares for), even if the offence was minor.

Relationships: Nick Valentine

Closest friends: Nick, Codsworth, Piper, Hancock, Preston, Felix (Vault-Tec sales rep), Oswald, Mariner, Kent Connolly, Dogmeat.

Friends: MacCready, Danse, Curie, Deacon, Cait, Arlen Glass, Ada, Haylen, Quinlan, Brandis, Zao.

Acquaintances: Old Longfellow, Strong, Sheffield, Wiseman, Daisy, K-L-E0, Lancer-Captain Kells, Proctor Igram, Magnolia, Irma, DiMA, Gage, various others.

Biography:

Keira was born the eldest of three children, to Susan and Russell Crossland. For a time, her childhood was happy, until her mother was diagnosed with high grade glioblastoma (brain cancer). Due to her declining health, Susan became hysterical, aggressive, high-maintenance, and even unintentionally abusive. To spare her siblings from the pain of watching their mother die, Keira suggested they be shipped off to a boarding school. Russ agreed and sent them away, but found the reality of his wife's illness—and now the absence of his children—too difficult to bear. He quickly turned to alcohol, leaving Keira as the main caregiver to her mother. After nearly two years of pain and anguish, Susan passed away, pushing Russ into full-blown alcoholism.

When Keira's siblings, Arianna and Nico returned, the three of them were forced to abandon any hope of a post-secondary education, as Russ had driven them into massive debt. As such, all three children had to secure full time employment to sustain a decent quality of life. After a year of this, Russ also passed away from cardiac arrest, thought to be induced by his constant consumption of heavy liquor. At a complete loss, Keira (19) and Nico (16), decided to join the Boston Military Program. Ari (17), preferred to work at her local hospital as a custodian. A notoriously difficult and demanding program, Keira and Nico flourished, surpassing even some of their superiors. This eventually landed Keira in the Special Forces, which wiped their father's debt clean and provided them with free housing and accommodations. This in turn gave Ari a chance to seek a post-secondary education. As Nico was still a minor, he continued to work odd jobs on the base, mostly in tech.

Several years later, Ari (22), earned her medical degree, and Nico (21) and Keira (24) became two of the American Military's top soldiers. It was at this time that Keira met Chief Medical Officer Nathaniel Brimstone; a goofy, gentle, brilliant man who managed to win her love and adoration. For a time, all was well, but tragedy struck once again when Keira (25) was diagnosed with a fatal heart condition. The military did not abandon her, but rather put her on an extended leave while she waited for a donor. At this time the war was taking a violent and terrifying turn, but it looked as though Keira would never be able to rejoin her military life; due to the fact that a new heart might not be able to handle the physical strain.

Looking to the future, Keira retired from the military and decided to pursue a law degree, which she managed to earn in less than three years. During this time span, she also received a new heart, which not only attuned perfectly to her body, but also seemed to make her stronger. To her surprise, the entire surgery was paid for by the military. Sadly, also during this time, Nate was captured by the communists, where he was tortured and imprisoned for over eleven months. When he was rescued, he returned home with a baby. He was sickly and suffering from PTSD, but he insisted that the baby was his. Keira remained supportive. They discussed what happened to Nate and she ultimately agreed to adopt the baby as her own. They named him Shaun and promised never to discuss where he came from or how he came to be. A few weeks later, Nate also retired from the military.

Then the bombs fell, and you know the rest.

WARNING!

If you would like to know what happened to Nate and where Shaun came from, click the “Keep Reading” tab. Please be aware, however, that the story may be disturbing to some readers. It is increasingly dark and horrifying.

While Nate was out in the field, he and his men were ambushed by a large group of Communist soldiers. The men who survived the onslaught were transferred to a POW camp, where they were endlessly tortured for information about the American military. The warden’s daughter, Meihui Xiaodan, who was possibly even more twisted than her father, developed a bizarre fascination with Nate. One night, after a brutal session of torture, Nate was attacked in his cell by Meihui, who forced herself on him.

Nine months after the attack, Meihui returned to tell Nate that their child would be born soon. At this point, Nate was the only solider still alive; because the warden found out what happened and Meihui begged him to spare Nate’s life. Just as her water broke, alliance soldiers burst through the doors and killed everyone in sight, including Meihui, who took a shot to the head. When released from his cage, Nate dove to the floor and performed a cesarean on Meihui’s corpse, saving the baby just in time. Reportedly, the last words Nate spoke before collapsing were, “This is my son ... he’s innocent.”

After returning home, Nate sought counselling to help deal with his PTSD and found great comfort in being with Keira and Shaun. To help with their new parental duties, Ari and Nixon bought them a Mr. Handy and visited almost every day.

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

//Sucker\\

On the matter of plants being green

Here's some pictures from my time on Ras Shamra and my deployments on other worlds.

Most of them are green.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

attached: plantsAreWeird.zip

- Beautiful and strange... they art even different in shape, not only color. Verily, the diversity of plant life is fascinating.

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

- Um. Mine mother hath always h-had... a tacky sense of taste. The teas she orders art not to mine liking.

- Egads! To t-talk such smack of her... Tis scandalous, and a little frightening, but so freeing!

- Um. Miss Scapegoat, should thou likest, I shall have some of mine own teas delivered unto thee. :)

Where. Is. Mine. Favorite. TEA SET???

Lady Violet Hurst

[thevoicefrompromise]

It sounds quite beautiful there Illustrious Lady Hurst. Hopefully one day I may be allowed to visit, and I hope San Simeon will be to your liking. I await in wonder.

Till we speak again Illustrious Lady Hurst.

/Suzerain Arvantiel Sarthis of The House of Promise\

On mine Homeworld,

Greetings, fair Omninet. It doth occur to me that while I have been most active here, I have neglected the secondary purpose of mine blog: to spread the word of mine illustrious homeworld! The time hath come that I do regail thee with knowledge of the place!

Crossland, designated also as DS10, is called thus for its key location as a port between Gloria and San Simeon, and is the lone habitable world in its system. It doth revolve around a brilliant white dwarf star, which did catch the previously rogue planet in its orbit.

Said star doth cause our fair planet much tidal activity, which leadeth to a world steeped in volcanism and much seismic quaking. One may mistake that such activity would be detrimental to life, but tis in fact the contrary. Lavaflow is destructive, forsooth, but it bringeth also nutrient-filled soil as it doth burn away vegetation. As such, much of mine world is covered in vibrant jungle! As for the volcanic soot which is expelled into the air, much of our animal life hath evolved to feed upon these ashen clouds, not unlike a flighted parody of life near the hydrothermal vents upon Earth (or Cradle as the Earthlings do call it).

Another note upon our jungles is their wondrous hue! Radiation from our star is heavy, and the plant life hath evolved into an exquisite azure blue to reflect the excess. When volcanic ash doth darken the sky, their hue doth shift to a deep crimson to make up for the loss. Tis a most scenic spectacle!

As for governance, on the local scale, the planet is ruled by the Crosslandic Council of Thirteen. Upon this council doth sit a representative from each of the most prominent Minor Houses upon the planet: mine own father being one of them. This is a separate position from the Head of House, which is the title mine Mother doth hold.

Tis but an introduction to mine fair colony, and I will doubtless explain more in future. If any of thee hast specific queries, mine ask box is crowded at this time but nonetheless open to all!

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

Ah, it is forsooth, dear Suzerain. I love my homeworld so... I must admit it will be difficult to leave sight of mine beloved jungles, but I am filled too with excitement and anticipation to set upon these new horizons. When I do set off I shall keep the taste of Crosslandic fruit in mine memory and the image of her smoking mountains in mine heart.

Until we next speak,

-Your Illustrious Lady.

On mine Homeworld,

Greetings, fair Omninet. It doth occur to me that while I have been most active here, I have neglected the secondary purpose of mine blog: to spread the word of mine illustrious homeworld! The time hath come that I do regail thee with knowledge of the place!

Crossland, designated also as DS10, is called thus for its key location as a port between Gloria and San Simeon, and is the lone habitable world in its system. It doth revolve around a brilliant white dwarf star, which did catch the previously rogue planet in its orbit.

Said star doth cause our fair planet much tidal activity, which leadeth to a world steeped in volcanism and much seismic quaking. One may mistake that such activity would be detrimental to life, but tis in fact the contrary. Lavaflow is destructive, forsooth, but it bringeth also nutrient-filled soil as it doth burn away vegetation. As such, much of mine world is covered in vibrant jungle! As for the volcanic soot which is expelled into the air, much of our animal life hath evolved to feed upon these ashen clouds, not unlike a flighted parody of life near the hydrothermal vents upon Earth (or Cradle as the Earthlings do call it).

Another note upon our jungles is their wondrous hue! Radiation from our star is heavy, and the plant life hath evolved into an exquisite azure blue to reflect the excess. When volcanic ash doth darken the sky, their hue doth shift to a deep crimson to make up for the loss. Tis a most scenic spectacle!

As for governance, on the local scale, the planet is ruled by the Crosslandic Council of Thirteen. Upon this council doth sit a representative from each of the most prominent Minor Houses upon the planet: mine own father being one of them. This is a separate position from the Head of House, which is the title mine Mother doth hold.

Tis but an introduction to mine fair colony, and I will doubtless explain more in future. If any of thee hast specific queries, mine ask box is crowded at this time but nonetheless open to all!

[thevoicefrompromise]

[Stifled sound of coughing]

I... ah thank you Lady Hurst. Bring whatever treasures and tastes of home you wish too, I await you with great excitement even now.

Till we see face to face and till we speak once more.

/Suzerain Arvantiel Sarthis of The House of Promise\

On mine Homeworld,

Greetings, fair Omninet. It doth occur to me that while I have been most active here, I have neglected the secondary purpose of mine blog: to spread the word of mine illustrious homeworld! The time hath come that I do regail thee with knowledge of the place!

Crossland, designated also as DS10, is called thus for its key location as a port between Gloria and San Simeon, and is the lone habitable world in its system. It doth revolve around a brilliant white dwarf star, which did catch the previously rogue planet in its orbit.

Said star doth cause our fair planet much tidal activity, which leadeth to a world steeped in volcanism and much seismic quaking. One may mistake that such activity would be detrimental to life, but tis in fact the contrary. Lavaflow is destructive, forsooth, but it bringeth also nutrient-filled soil as it doth burn away vegetation. As such, much of mine world is covered in vibrant jungle! As for the volcanic soot which is expelled into the air, much of our animal life hath evolved to feed upon these ashen clouds, not unlike a flighted parody of life near the hydrothermal vents upon Earth (or Cradle as the Earthlings do call it).

Another note upon our jungles is their wondrous hue! Radiation from our star is heavy, and the plant life hath evolved into an exquisite azure blue to reflect the excess. When volcanic ash doth darken the sky, their hue doth shift to a deep crimson to make up for the loss. Tis a most scenic spectacle!

As for governance, on the local scale, the planet is ruled by the Crosslandic Council of Thirteen. Upon this council doth sit a representative from each of the most prominent Minor Houses upon the planet: mine own father being one of them. This is a separate position from the Head of House, which is the title mine Mother doth hold.

Tis but an introduction to mine fair colony, and I will doubtless explain more in future. If any of thee hast specific queries, mine ask box is crowded at this time but nonetheless open to all!